Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
MDC,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.